Our little secret

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"What time do you need to be home?" She asked
"I told Maggie 11 at the latest. Sorry it's not longer"
"It's fine Fletch.Honestly"
"So......"
"So......"
They looked at each other and burst out laughing until tears rolled down their faces
"If I remember rightly we have some unfinished business from this afternoon" Fletch said beginning to nuzzle her neck
"Mmm I believe you're right Mr Fletcher" Jac leaned into him
"Pinch me Naylor. This can't be real"
Jac straddled him where they sat on the flour
"This real enough for you" she whispered slowly rolling her hips
Fletch moaned loudly "Oh god yeah that feels real enough. That  feels amazing Jac"
They matched each others rhythm and chased each other's release until they were whispering each other's names against the others neck.
After a few minutes Fletch spoke
"Well I can't say I haven't been thinking about that for months"
Jac stroked his arm, pulling a blanket from the sofa to put round them
"So how did it measure up Mr Fletcher"
He gave her a suspicious look "fishing Ms Naylor?"
"Of course"
"Well it exceeded anything I had imagined"
"Aw do you not have a good imagination Fletch?"
"I'll have you know Ms Naylor that I have a very active imagination but nothing compared to the real thing"
"Because of me?" She asked sweetly with mock shyness
"You're fishing again Naylor" and he began tickling her "anyway you I haven't asked for your assessment"
"Assessment?" she laughed and earned herself another tickle
"Just one word really" she paused "Wow"
He looked at her suspiciously to try to gauge whether she was being her usual sarcastic self but he could only detect honesty in her face.
He kissed her briefly and smiled
" I should get going" he said beginning to retrieve his clothes which were strewn around the room
She watched appreciatively as he found his boxers and stepped into them before pulling in the rest of his clothes.
"So Fletch. Are we officially, you know 'a thing'?"
He chuckled "after what we just did I think it's safe to say we're 'a thing'"
"And what about at work?"
"Our little secret?" Fletch offered
Jac beamed "you know me so well"

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